you did? I mean, before you disappeared, the two thousand dollars you dropped in my commissary was all love. But damn, not hearing from my little brother after losing my parents was almost too much to handle some days."
He sat down, sparked up a blunt, and looked me directly in my eyes.
"Honestly, Big Bro, waiting for the courts to give us a decision was killing me. I just had to leave that prison life alone for a while. Your lawyer told me he was almost positive that you was coming home; he just couldn't tell me when. Plus, that wasn’t the first time he told me that. Believe me, I was coming back, I just needed a break. I apologize for doing that."
I sat down next to him, accepted the blunt, and took a deep inhale.
"I guess I can understand that. For the ones that support somebody that's in prison, that person is also doing the time and everything that comes with prison life is beyond stressful. So, I can definitely understand you taking a break. Lord Knows I needed a break too! Look, try not to judge me when I tell you my plans because my mind is made up, and it is whatever it's going to be. I'm going to kill the bitch that lied on me and whoever else that played a part of me being on death row. She is not a bitch because she misidentifiedme. She is a bitch for not feeling and extending any remorse for what she has done to my life.
“ Sitting in a jail cell waiting to get put to death by lethal injection is the lowest point one can get in life. Just 'cause I got my freedom back doesn't mean I was given my life back. Though I'm free, I'm pissed off and forever scarred. Since this country doesn't care when innocent people are misidentified, especially a black man, I have to take matters into my own hands and get them bloody, all in the name of revenge for me and others that have and still are in the position of being murdered for a crime one did not commit.
" I convinced myself before I stepped into that courtroom this morning that if the woman who placed me behind bars apologized, I would forgive her and live my life. Check out what this bitch did after they took off my handcuffs and shackles; she looked me in my eyes, got up slowly, then flicked me the bird. Then, all of her supporters did the same thing. That stunt made her, and as many as I can get to, dead people walking. I still plan on enjoying the rest of my life to the fullest and this is why I will be careful and get away with all the murders that I commit.”
Redman looked at me, and I was not shocked to see genuine anger in his eyes; but his devilish smirk was confusing me. Was he mad at my plans? Or, was he mad at what the bitch did to me in court this morning? He left the room suddenly, and was gone for a few minutes. I finished smoking the blunt and was giving him his space. He came back – smoking another blunt, and holding a Gucci back pack, which he dumped out in front of my feet. Guns galore spilled out! I looked up at him and smiled.
"You know how it is, big bro, crack heads come through with all types of guns for a few crack rocks, and all of them around here know that I buy all guns. Some of these joints are dirty, and two of them I dirtied myself.”
I picked up an mp-5, checked the clip, and chuckled because it was fully loaded.
"Man, now that I got enough fire power, I need to get some info. Tell me, you know somebody that is nice with the computer?"
"Yeah, there's Bill Allen, who is a beast on both the computer and the crack pipe, so he's on call at anytime to take care of anything I need for him to do. First things first, let's get you out of those jail clothes and get you to Columbia mall, which is way different than you remember it. Then I'll set you up to get some pussy. Your balls got to be as big as a two basketballs!"
We burst into laughter, and went into his room to get ready. Since we wore the same size, I
He sat down, sparked up a blunt, and looked me directly in my eyes.
"Honestly, Big Bro, waiting for the courts to give us a decision was killing me. I just had to leave that prison life alone for a while. Your lawyer told me he was almost positive that you was coming home; he just couldn't tell me when. Plus, that wasn’t the first time he told me that. Believe me, I was coming back, I just needed a break. I apologize for doing that."
I sat down next to him, accepted the blunt, and took a deep inhale.
"I guess I can understand that. For the ones that support somebody that's in prison, that person is also doing the time and everything that comes with prison life is beyond stressful. So, I can definitely understand you taking a break. Lord Knows I needed a break too! Look, try not to judge me when I tell you my plans because my mind is made up, and it is whatever it's going to be. I'm going to kill the bitch that lied on me and whoever else that played a part of me being on death row. She is not a bitch because she misidentifiedme. She is a bitch for not feeling and extending any remorse for what she has done to my life.
“ Sitting in a jail cell waiting to get put to death by lethal injection is the lowest point one can get in life. Just 'cause I got my freedom back doesn't mean I was given my life back. Though I'm free, I'm pissed off and forever scarred. Since this country doesn't care when innocent people are misidentified, especially a black man, I have to take matters into my own hands and get them bloody, all in the name of revenge for me and others that have and still are in the position of being murdered for a crime one did not commit.
" I convinced myself before I stepped into that courtroom this morning that if the woman who placed me behind bars apologized, I would forgive her and live my life. Check out what this bitch did after they took off my handcuffs and shackles; she looked me in my eyes, got up slowly, then flicked me the bird. Then, all of her supporters did the same thing. That stunt made her, and as many as I can get to, dead people walking. I still plan on enjoying the rest of my life to the fullest and this is why I will be careful and get away with all the murders that I commit.”
Redman looked at me, and I was not shocked to see genuine anger in his eyes; but his devilish smirk was confusing me. Was he mad at my plans? Or, was he mad at what the bitch did to me in court this morning? He left the room suddenly, and was gone for a few minutes. I finished smoking the blunt and was giving him his space. He came back – smoking another blunt, and holding a Gucci back pack, which he dumped out in front of my feet. Guns galore spilled out! I looked up at him and smiled.
"You know how it is, big bro, crack heads come through with all types of guns for a few crack rocks, and all of them around here know that I buy all guns. Some of these joints are dirty, and two of them I dirtied myself.”
I picked up an mp-5, checked the clip, and chuckled because it was fully loaded.
"Man, now that I got enough fire power, I need to get some info. Tell me, you know somebody that is nice with the computer?"
"Yeah, there's Bill Allen, who is a beast on both the computer and the crack pipe, so he's on call at anytime to take care of anything I need for him to do. First things first, let's get you out of those jail clothes and get you to Columbia mall, which is way different than you remember it. Then I'll set you up to get some pussy. Your balls got to be as big as a two basketballs!"
We burst into laughter, and went into his room to get ready. Since we wore the same size, I
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